"This is the longest bridge you ever cross, because this bridge go between two worlds." The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet, David Mitchell David Mitchell's The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet in watercolour & Chinese ink.
Tony Cokayne lived up to his name. (It ran in the family He wasn't to blame.) Where there was demand, he’d supply Except for wise ass kids Wanting to get high On any shit they could buy. Tony Cokayne felt no shame. He wasn't one to hide (Only, maybe, from time to time When the … Continue reading Tony Cokayne: an introduction
Stayed up late last night watching interviews with the stunning Margaret Atwood and a Pullman lecture on the importance of book illustrations. Because I'm hardcore that way.
Lord Peafowl hadn’t really meant to kill his father. Granted, he had waited impatiently for his father to die, even secretly prayed for it on occasion during mass, but he didn’t intend for the old man to die by his hands. If only he hadn’t said those things to him, shouting that he was useless, … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Peafowl
Sempre entendi muito bem o Peter Pan. Cada vez mais entendo a fobia do Gancho. (Quem foge do tique-taque ainda tem salvação?) ilustração: Oliver Herford. The Peter Pan Alphabet, 1907
Isola the Fair was the oldest and palest of seven sisters. Much to his misfortune, her father, King Malik the Good, had failed to produce a male heir, just as he had failed at everything else. History remembered him as one of the kindest, most generous kings the country had ever known – a reputation … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – The Golden Queen
Não sou pessoa de reler livros. Porque sou uma leitora lenta e há sempre mais livros que ainda não li na lista de espera. Mas a obra-prima do tio Pullman é uma excepção e o Will continua a ser melhor que qualquer Darcy. Abençoado Kobo que me deixa trazer uma trilogia inteira na mala. ilustração: … Continue reading dust
I am currently writing a Gothic tale set somewhere in Eastern Europe, in a time before cars and electricity. My head has a handful of stories waiting in line for me to finish one so I can start the other. And even though they are waiting to be written, I can see them very clearly. … Continue reading Isidora & Magdalena
The Entomologist's Dream, Edmund Dulac, 1909
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit. Philip Pullman, The … Continue reading china